"Because I'm bad, I'm bad! Shamone! You know it!" I sang as I spun around the dressing room. Man, was shopping at the mall was always fun. Especially when you're with your siblings.
"Coda! What have I told you about dancing randomly in public?" My older sister Camryn scolded.
"To not to," I said guiltily, looking down at my combat boots. A few multicolored strands of hair fell in front of my eyes as my head hung in shame.
"Then why do you still do it in the middle of the mall?" Camryn asked.
"Because I'm bad?" I replied with a sheepish grin, my brown eyes wide.
Cam shook her head and opened her mouth to speak, but my twin sister Cyle cut it.
"Aw, Camryn! Lighten up! We're just having fun," Cyle sang as she spun like a ballerina on her toes.
"No, rollerblading is fun. Swimming at the beach is fun. Listening to your little sisters singing Michael Jackson at the top of their lungs while you're trying on a new party dress is not fun," Cam shot back.
"Maybe to you it's not," our brother John commented as he walked over to us with a tray of slushies in his hands.
"Did ya remember to mix the blue and red to gimme purple?" I asked him anxiously.
"How can I forget when you reminded me eight times before I left five minutes ago, Coda?" John asked with laugh.
I paused for a moment to think.
"I suppose your argument is fair, and that's a really good question," I replied before slurping my slushie. "That I don't have an answer for."
John just laughed and gave me a noogie, which, me being me, I responded to with a swift bite on his wrist.
"EW!" John shrieked, jumping back. "What, do you think you're Edward Cullen or something?"
"John, please! If he sparkles and doesn't have fangs, he's a fairy, not a vampire," I stated matter-o-factly. "Besides, I make a much cuter vampire than Robbie Pattison would ever hope to."
"Whatever you say, Coda," John laughed. "By the way, I heard back from Vince, Cam. He said we've got everyone for the new gig except for a Tinkerbell and Peter Pan, an Alice and a Belle. I got lucky and was hired to be Jack Sparrow."
"Lucky!" Cyle hollered. "I wanna be a pirate!"
"Why? You'd be covered in makeup that'll make you look greasy and dirty. They even put the makeup on your teeth!" I explained to her.
She wrinkled her nose and said, "John? Can you see if Vince will let me and Coco be part of the crew? I can be Tinkerbell! I'm small, blonde and sassy!"
"And I'm blonde, curious and love knee-high striped socks!" I chimed in. "And I can deal with crazy people, I put up with Jeffro for God's sakes!"
"Well that's good, Coda, because Jeff's our Mad Hatter, so if you were Alice - " John began until Camryn cut in.
"And I'm a brunette so I can be Belle. Who's Beast?" She asked, her eyes wide.
"I think Mark is. Why?" John asked.
"Oh, no reason." Camryn said, innocence implied.
I rolled my eyes and Cyle clutched her throat and stuck out her tongue. Camryn could be so...so...fangirly. It was repulsive. Almost as repulsive as the thought of Mark Calaway - AKA, the Undertaker - dressed in elegant clothes portraying one of my favorite classic Disney characters of all times.
I cringed, and finished my slushie, not wanting to know the rest of the cast for Disney World.